As I looked on, Melanie lifted her foot, swinging her lower leg back and forth in a girly, innocent way. My eyes followed the arc of her toes as it la...zily swung back and forth. It felt like an invitation, a beckoning forward, an incitement to explore, to touch, to taste.I pulled back, realizing at the last moment that I was drifting forwards into the room. My heart was hammering in my chest, a frantic rhythm that made me feel light headed. I felt sure they would hear me, that they would catch. I put my feet up in the recliner and settled in for a wait, tablet in hand."Ok, we're ready." A cheery voice announced entering the living room. I sat up and looked around. The tablet was on my chest and I don't remember how it got there. I must have fallen asleep even though I just got out of bed."Are you sure he is the one mom, I mean, he just woke up after a night's sleep and he fell asleep again in the living room. He must be too old for you." Ha, ha, very funny. You just never mind there. Ek din amit ne naya scooty liya tha lekin neha ko chalana nahi aata tha aur amit ko pura din kam raheta tha is liye amit ne kaha yar me free nahi raheta hu tum jara neha ko scooty sikha dena maine kaha thik heSham ko me neha ghar gaya neha ne sleeveless blouse pahana huva tha aur peticot navel ke niche tha jisse uski gori gori aur gahari navel puri dikh rahi thi mera to usko dekhkar hi khada ho gaya fir maine scooty nikala aur neha mere pichhe baith gayi fir hum ek khule ground me gaye aur me. It’s fine. I am fine, Ayan. I am perfect.Ayan: But you don’t sound okay.Mona: I am okay, Ayan. It’s just that your dad is in the living room.Ayan: What does that mean? How is it related to you not sounding okay?Mona: It’s nothing, Ayan.Ayan: There is something. Please tell me, will you!Mona: There is nothing, Ayan. I just spoke in a very low voice. That is all.Ayan: I just don’t understand you, Mom. Why do you have to do that?Mona: Even I don’t understand you, Ayan. Why does it look like I am a.